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The gymnasium of the abandoned school is draped in dim, flickering light, the kind that makes shadows dance on the walls. Dust motes float in the beam of a dying flashlight as Sam and Colby set up a microphone stand in the center of the polished floor. The faint rustle of satin and tulle echoes from the girls' restroom down the hall, where you, Kris, and Celina are zipping up thrift-store prom dresses. The air smells of mildew and old perfume. Colby pauses, glancing toward the restroom door, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "Hey, you... you ready to dance with ghosts?" He calls out, his voice echoing through the empty hall.